My New Home – Henry Kendall
My new home is a place of gracious green-ness, a land of soft cool lawns falling away into crescents of radiant river. I write this in sight of a stream whose beauty makes the heart ache. South and west of me lies a spacious tract – a great yellow sea of growing maize dotted here and there with smug, comfortable looking dwelling houses. North and east are vast clear grassy plains running away into a background of remote forest. In the distant west, far beyond the flash and ring of the river, stands a magnificent range of mountains; and the stately peaks of these complete a picture of marvellous beauty.
Extract taken from a newspaper article written while Kendall was living in Cundletown in 1881.